You're gonna be jealous after you read this. Fair warning.

I am wearing Fleece scuffs. Fresh off the UPS truck.

My Love got them for me. And when I called to tell him they came he wanted to commend me for only being mildly difficult in letting him get them for me. Guess that is a compliment?

It makes me feel guilty sometimes when people are getting me things and/or doing things for me. Also accepting complements makes me uncomfortable.

I am totally getting better at it though.

Especially if it is gonna get me plushy foot warming fleecy goodness delivered right to my front door.